where getting a decent
prostitute is as rare
as Old Ben Johnson
, the Mongols herded their
Siamese kittens into the
cotton candy factory by
holding up Polaroids of
Pudding Elk chow and
ululating, "Come on, you
furry little cutie wooties."
But the recalcitrant kittens
went on strike, demanding
gold-plated litter boxes to
scatter about their homes.
While the mouse in
the miniature fire truck
chased after arsonist hamsters
who were last seen
fondling unripe Casaba melons
from Bogota, Smedley exclaimed: